Halloween Story - Part IV

R, H and I are in the waiting room of the hospital. There are several people in costume waiting as well. It's a busy night! A nurse walks out and says that our friend is ok – just to make sure she keeps ice on her face and she was going to give her something for the pain.

N walks out with an icepack on her face.

R – “Why did you take off so fast back there?”
N – “I thought T said ‘Someone’s coming’ so I took off. I don’t remember anything after that. "
Me – “Well, you hit this post coming out of the ground. We thought you were dead.”
H – “Thank God the police weren’t involved”
N – “Well, the night is still young! Let’s get some beer and go out to Purple Head ”.

(Vincennes - Purple Head Bridge - One story is there is an old one lane toll bridge that crosses the Wabash river on the outskirts (South 6th St. Road) to Saint Francesville, Illinois. It is said that long ago it was a place where a man jumped from the bridge to hang himself. When he did his head ripped off, and was never found. If you go there on a raining night and park on the bridge and wait you will see a purple head floating toward you. The other story is the bridge is supposedly a bridge they hung people off of in the 1800s, giving it its name purple head. Another legend has it that if you go out there you will hear screams from the spirits that have been hung. )

After picking up as case of Little Kings we head out. The bridge was out in the country quite a distance from our college town so by the time we arrived it was close to midnight. R pulled the car over near a lane that disappeared into a cornfield. It was always important to hide the vehicles as local police were always trolling the bridge for drunken college kids.

As we got out of the car I said I had to make water and took off through the corn.
H said, “Wait!” and took off after me. It became a playful chase through the cornfield. As H caught up to me I stopped and turned around and kissed her. And, kissed. And, kissed.

Kissing……

Kissing…….

Kissing…….

Eventually, we hear R and N calling our names and searching for us. H and I pry our lips apart and yell “Coming!”

We walked out of the cornfield acting casual. I still hadn’t peed.

We grab some beer out of the car and walk down to the middle of the bridge and slip over the side and climb down to the concrete pylon support. We sat down and looked over the Wabash River. It is the most beautiful spot. R takes out some “whacky tabacky” and passed it around. I get pegged to go get more beer out of the car.

R – “Wait! Take all the bottles back with you! We have to keep the case intact for a souvenir of the night”

Walking off the bridge with 4 beer bottles. A bright car light shined in my eyes. I cannot see and fear it’s a local out to cause trouble. I raise a bottle up by its neck as protection. That’s when I hear from a mega horn:

“Drop the bottle! You’re under arrest!”